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A Man With a Heart 
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Copyright, March, 1917 

By 

P. I. WINSLOW 



Printed and bound by 
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MAR 27 1917 



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INDEX 

Page 

His Last Drink 1 

If I Had You 5 

Her Wedding Bonnet 8 
In Memories Of Home And Babies 10 

My Little Kansas Rose 14 

This Story Is As True As Life 16 

No Place To Hang Your Hat 20 

In A Lonely Little Cabin 23 
When The Harvest Days Are Over 26 

I Am Drifting With The Tide 28 

When I Had To Say Goodbye 30 

Just Your Money 32 

A Mother's Love 33 

As The Days Went Flitting By 35 

Too Late 37 

When I Kissed Her Goodbye 38 

The Moocher * 40 

I Guess I Have Done Wrong 43 

A Happy Bunch 46 



Some Mother's Child 

Deep In The Snow 

A Willing Heart 

Just You 

So Lonely And Cold 

The Rich Man's Employer 

Dreaming Sweet Dreams 

That Mother Thinks Of You 

On The Same Old Hill 

Not So Bad 

My Heart As True As Gold 

The Golden Wine 

No Aching Bleeding Hearts 



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Preface 



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A sweet remembrance of the happy 
days that were spent in a loving home, around 
g^ 'cheerful fireside, among dear friends and 
loved ones has brought the writer to a de- 
cision to compare those moments when all 
was peace and harmony and the paths of ev- 
ery day life were strewn with flowers. 

It looked as though the great endless 
chain of love could never be broken. But 
alas! As the dew is banished by the morning 
sun, so the rays of love began to fade and in- 
stead the storm of destruction began to break 
in. The billows rolled higher until the last 
rays of love that bound us together had ceas- 
ed to leave even a ray of hope that the glad 
tidings of love might again break in to assure 
us that all was well. 



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But the wind blew and the storm raged 
more fiercely. It beat upon our house and 
it fell and the love and affection of years of 
toil all crumbled before the great tidal wave. 

As time goes on and the years pass by 
they bring many changes but the happy 
thoughts of home and loved ones will never 
be forgotten. 

But through the suffering of our bless- 
ed Savior on the cruel cross He has paid the 
great debt and has made it possible that we 
mav have a home, one that will stand the 
Storm of all disappointments and troubles. 
So our future home is being built on Christ 
Jesus, The Solid Rock. 




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HIS LAST DRINK 

No, thank you, boys, not any tonight, 

I've been a good boob but I don't think it's 

right. 
And I don't see why you want to get sore, 
And ask me to drink that stuff any more. 

We can all be friends and do what is right. 

For the sake of my babes I'll go sober to- 
night. 

To a home that has been blighted by your 
rum and your beer, 

To a sweet little woman who to me is so dear. 

And then I will ask them if they will forgive. 
I'll brighten the home and together we will 

live. 
And boys, think it over and see if I'm right, 
And please don't ask me to drink tonight. 

IVe never refused, boys, never before, 
I've spent my last cent and then even more. 
But tonight I must do it for I think it is right. 
And sober I'll go to my babes and my wife. 



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I know now, boys, what it is to be sad, 
I can see my dear babes all tattered in rags. 

Please forgive me, boys, help me make good 

what I ve said, 
For 1 know tonight, they are going hungry 

to bed. 

And it's all becanse of that damnable wine, 

But don't turn me down, boys, you are still 
friends of mine. 

Come shake my hand, boys, and bid me good- 
night, 

And let me go home to a true, loving wife. 

Yes, I know she is true, she has proven it so. 
But oh! the misery, the sorrow, the woe 
I've caused her to suffer from time to time, 
And all because you've been friends of mine. 

But come, boys, forgive me, Til do what is 

right. 
But my lips will not touch one drop tonight. 
And when she embraces me, I know that she 

will. 
My breath will be free from the fumes of 

that swill. 



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Look, boys, at my clothes, all tattered and 
torn, 

See my red eyes and my face all forlorn, 

See my steps, why I weave when I walk. 

Just see the people and hear how they talk, 

Of how my dear babes for bread have cried. 

As they went to bed hungry by their dear 
mother's side. 

It was then that she prayed that I might be 

saved. 

That I might not fill a drunkard's lone grave. 

Come, boys, cheer up, help me make good. 

I'm sure if you, were me, I know that you 
would. 

Come help me make good a home without 
cheer. 

And brighten the lives of those babies so dear. 

And cheer a lone wife who is heartbroken 

and sad. 

And when you get sober you'll not be mad. 

'Tis only the demon in the wine tonight 

That is keeping us all from doing what's 
right. 



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Well come, what do you say? I'm going home. 

Tm not going to keep her any longer alone, 

For I know that she's waiting with the lamp 
burning dim. 

And sitting there crying to let a poor drunk- 
ard in. 

She is waiting tonight as oft in the past. 

But take my word, boys, she has done it her 
last. 

For that white, foaming beer and that red 
demon, wine. 

Though it may pass your lips,it shall never 
pass mine. 

So good-night, boys, and may God bless you 
all, 

Pve taken my last, I'm free from its fall. 

No more of that wine, that demon I'll take, 

But make my babes happy for their dear 
mother's sake. 

And then a sweet story of love they can tell, 

Of how a poor drunkard was saved from hell 

And how the prayers of a good woman did 
save 

A man like me from a drunkard's grave. 



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IF I HAD YOU 

Oh I don't know just where to go, 
Nor I don't know just what to do. 
Of course it would be different, 
If you were me and I were you. 

I'd take you by the arm, you know, 
And ofif together we would go. 
I'd love you just like this, you see, 
If I were you and you were me. 

If I were you and you were me, 
I know how happy we would be. 
I'd put my arms around your waist, 
And oh! those ruby lips I'd taste. 

I'd place my hands upon your heart 
And vow that we would never part. 
And love no other one but thee. 
If I were you and you were me. 



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If you were me and I were you, 
There would be other things we'd do. 
We'd have a home and have a house 
And live as cunning as a mouse. 

There are other things I have not 
said, 

For in that house we'd have a bed 

And on that bed just built for two. 

If you were me and I were you. 

And on that house we'd have a lock. 

And in that house we,d have a clock. 

And when the clock said half past 
two. 

If you were me and I were you. 

Of course we'd sleep till half past 
eight, 

And to my job I would be late. 

And then I'd lose my job you see. 

If I had you and you had me. 



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So it's pretty nice just as it is. 

So let me be and tend to biz\ 

And when sometime you have a 
home. 

And you're not satisfied alone, 

Just drop a card or wire to me, 
And I will come and live with thee. 
And then I know we'd happy be. 
If I had you and you had me. 










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HER WEDDING BONNET 

Put on your Easter bonnet 

With all the roses on it, 
And tell them that this is your wedding day. 

Just say you're up against it 

And there is no sin in it, 
No matter what the other people say. 

Just tell them that you love him 

And with him you will stay, 

And you don't give a damn what the other 
people say. 

Say 'tis no fault of yours, 

And this is a big out-doors 

And they've been doing it every way all 
these years. 

Just say you know your business 
And there's joy and pleasure in it 

For anyone who cares to do the same. 
For 'tis me that has to suffer. 
And not you, you great big bluffer, 

Tho everyone m'^y say it is a shame. 



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Just say, ''I'm glad you know it, 

For there's many a one who 
would do it, 

If they only had the nerve to name the day. 

But you are afraid that they 
will see you, 

Then of course it would be ditto. 

And with your mama youVe decided for a 
stay. 

And tonight I will be happy. 

For oh! I feel so dafiy. 

And the time it seems so long for me to wait. 

For it is then he will be mine 

In the shadow of the pine. 

When he takes me in his arms down at the 
gate. 




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IN MEMORIES OF HOME AND BABIES 

When the days are long and dreary, 
And there isn't much to do, 
When alone Pm -always thinking 
Of a heart that was not true. 

Then I think of years gone by. 
Of that home once bright and true, 
Then I think, ''Is life worth living?" 
Does this ever come to you? 

I can almost see those tresses. 
Over a forehead pure and sweet. 
Hear the prattling tongue of baby. 
Hear the coming of her feet. 

Then I brush away the vision, 
For there's nothing else to do. 
But still I think of home and baby. 
Did it ever come to you? 



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In this cold unfriendly world 

In another home, not mine, 

If you ever chance along the wayside. 

Her sweet smiles I know you^ll find. 

There's a bright and rose cheeked baby, 
Her sweet smiles to me so true. 
In her arms, but not her father's. 
Does this ever come to you? 

And tonight we are separated 

From the little ones we love, 

But may we bear life's trials and troubles 

That we all may meet above. 

'Tis so hard to do without them, 
But there's nothing else to do 
But to wish them peace and happiness. 
Does this ever come to you? 



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Hoping some day we will meet them, 
Though we are sad and lonely now, 
And our hair is streaked with silver, 
And there's sadness on our brow. 



But we can^t forget our babies 
For a father's love is true; 
Though another one caresses. 
Did this ever come to you? 



But somewhere along life's journey 
There are roses that bloom by the road, 
And the sweet perfume of their petals 
Will help us to lighten our load. 



The sweetest of roses have thorns they say, 
But we must be honest and true. 
If we get a rose without a thorn. 
Did this ever come to you? 









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For this life is full of troubles 
To a man that has no home; 
And our pleasures are not many 
When we share them all alone. 



We would gladly live to please another 
And their path with flowers strew, 
Help the fallen by the wayside. 
Did this ever come to you? 



But life's journey will soon be over 
And from our loved ones we must part, 
But let us fight the battle bravely. 
With a true and willing heart. 



Leave our memories with a token 

As the roses love the dew, 

In sweet remembrance of our loved ones. 

Does this ev^er come to you? 



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MY LITTLE KANSAS ROSE 

There's a dear old spot in Kansas, 
And the prettiest girl to see; 
She's the sweetest 'in my memory^ 
And the dearest one to me. 



And tonight my heart is aching 
For the time when I will know 
That she'll be mine in Kansas, 
Where the western wind doth blow. 



Where the wheat fields there are growing 
Where the western wind doth blow. 
She's the prettiest girl in Kansas, 
For this I surely know. 



There are none that could be fairer, 
To no other could propose; 
Where my heart is I am going, 
To my little Claflin Rose. 



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And tonight I am so lonely, 

And this world so cold to me; 

I would sleep and dream more peaceful 

If her sweet face I could but see. 



But I'll wait and hope for memories, 
For there is no one else that knows. 
But I am going back to Claflin, 
To my little Kansas Rose. 




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THIS STORY IS AS TRUE AS LIFE 

The wind blew and the snow fell fast, 

And the nights were cold and long, 

And the man on the corner that once had 

plenty. 
He listened to the merry man^s song. 

His feet were clad in ragged shoes. 
And his clothes were very few; 
But he thought of his wife so far away 
And his babes that numbered two. 

He thought of the home that once he had. 
Of his fireside warm and bright. 
It renewed the teardrops in his eyes, 
As he stood on the streets that night. 

He watched the busy people pass, 

Each one with a smile and a song, 

As he stood shivering -alone on the streets. 

Thinking what he had done that was wrong. 



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He knew that he once had money, 
But of iate had been drinking some; 
But he only did this to make him forget, 
But it had put him on the bum. 



*'Say, kind friend, one thing I may ask, 
If it's not wrong it must be right. 
Would you pass a stranger a little coin. 
Just enough for a little bite? 



^'For I want to say, 'tis my first ofJense, 
For I once had money, you know, 
But I am a stranger in your town, you see, 
And I don't know where to go. 



*^Well I remember a few years back, 

Of a home so kind and true. 

But what I have suffered for someone's sake, 

I wish you only knew. 



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But you see this story I cannot tell, 
For my heart is too heavy and sad, 
But still if you listen it might do you good, 
Pm sure it will not make you mad/' 

'Tes, sure we will listen," a newcomer said, 
'^We'Il be glad to know your prize." 
But before the story was halfway told 
It brought tears to the newcomer, s eyes. 

He wiped the tears from his well-wet face 

As the story the stranger told. 

And his thoughts went back to the home he 

had lost. 
With his friends and all his gold. 

He paused a moment, then to the stranger 

said, 
^'That story is as true as life. 
I once had a home, two darling babies. 
And a true and loving wife. 



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*4 once had a friend, or thought him such, 
Till he proved himself untrue. 
Through him I'm on the street tonight, 
Just the same as you.^' 



Then the stranger took me by the hand 
And he gripped it firm and tight, 
And we slept together in a cozy room 
On that cold and stormy night. 




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NO PLACE TO HANG YOUR HAT 

Were you ever out in the world, boys, 

Hungry, cold, and sad. 
Out in the world without a dime. 

And very thinly clad? 
No place that you could call your home. 

No place to hang your hat. 
Don't it make you think of that little chair, 

The place where you once sat? 



As you pass the people on the street, 

They all seem happy and gay, 
Do not even seem to notice you. 

Nor nothing to you say, 
Does it not make you ache and shiver. 

To see such hearts of stone? 
As they pass you by, no word or regret 

That you haven't got a home. 



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'Tis not our clothes that make us, boys, 

'Tis the heart that beats inside; 
A helping hand to those that are down, 

And that we have always tried. 
If they would only offer a smile when they 
pass. 

How a broken heart it might heal, 
And let a ray of sunlight shine. 

How much better we would feel. 



It may be just a streak of bad luck, 

Or perhaps it may be booze. 
But whatever it is, be a man. 

For we have nothing else to lose. 
No home, no clothes, no money. 

By our name and honor we stand. 
Though we are out on the stormy sea of life, 

On them we safely stand. 



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For the rugged sea is raging, 

The billows rolling high. 
We are in the battle for to win 

A home in the sweet bye and bye. 
And in the thickest of the fray 

Our name we will defend. 
We will fight the battle on our honor 

And win it in the end. 



And when the battle is over 

And we are laid to rest, 
It may be said of us, my boys, 

That we have done our best. 
It can be done as others did. 

A story can be told. 
A true heart and a helping hand 

Is worth far more than gold. 



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IN A LONELY LITTLE CABIN 

I was sitting in a lonely cabin^ 

On a dreary September day; 
It was cold and lonely everywhere, 

Even the birds were not at play. 
The clouds hung low, the mist fell fast, 

The chilling winds did blow. 
I knew the summer days had gone. 

And soon we would see the snow. 



I sat alone and wondered why 

That things should be that way; 
Then I looked back in the years gone by, 

When a boy I was at play. 
I could almost see my father's house. 

And the hills where once I roamed. 
And see the brook where once I swam. 

When I ran away from home. 



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Then I couid see my childhood days, 

The schoolhouse in the lane, 
Almost see my teacher's face, 

And hear her speak my name. 
To all of this I do recall. 

It seems but yesterday; 
But forty years have almost been spent, 

From the place I once did play. 



I dare go back for none is left, 

A story for to tell. 
How sad and lonely is that spot, 

Where once she rang the bell. 
For years have separated us. 

Of them I cannot say; 
Of all my little schoolmates then, 

Tonight I am far away. 



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There are other days we'll not forget, 

When we get to be a man; 
Of how we long to have a home, 

And thus the story ran, 
Of other separations 

Besides our schoolmates, dear. 
And when of this I often think. 

To my eye it brings a tear. 



But may it be 'tis all forgotten 

And all forgiven, too, 
For in my cabin all alone. 

There is one instead of two. 
And this story I long to tell. 

By a fireside, warm and bright. 
In a lonely little cabin. 

You will find me there tonight. 



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WHEN THE HARVEST DAYS 
ARE OVER 

When the boys all leave old Claflin, 
And the summer days gone by, 

And the harvest days are over, 
And the snow has drifted high. 

The farmers' grain all in the bin, 

His money safe and high. 
The 'boes all flown with the birds. 

To a clear and warmer sky, 

'Tis then you miss their overalls. 
Their blue shirts and their smiles. 

Alas! their little bit of change, 
You miss about a mile. 

But don't get blue, we may come back. 

In other days to come. 
And if we should, call us something else 

Other than a common bum. 



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We like the town, we like the place, 
And the people 'round about. 

There's just one thing we don't approve, 
You keep our whiskey out. 

You see we like a little drink. 

Of course we're not so bad. 
We like to please, also be pleased, 

And still make no one mad. 

You see we are all one flesh and blood. 
You are just the same as we. 

We've a little spot on yonder hill. 
In the churchyard, six by three. 







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VM DRIFTING WITH THE TIDE 

I think I will go home some day 

And look the old place up; 
I can almost hear my mother's voice 

Saying, ^'Son, 'tis time you were up. 

And see the hills where once we'd glide, 
Upon those moonlight nights, 

And hold the girl that once we loved. 
Upon our sled so tight. 

Where is the girl that once I loved. 

The girl with golden hair? 
I know I would go home tonight. 

If I thought she would be there. 

But she has long been sheltered 

Beneath that acorn tree. 
There growing on the same old hills, 

They'll soon be sheltering me. 



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For I know my race is almost run, 
And I'm drifting with the tide, 

And I feel tonight that it won't be long 
Till it will land me by her side. 

And when I've kissed them all goodbye, 
From^ny trials and troubles past. 

Just sing that old forgotten song, 
'^Home At Last, Home At Last.'' 

And in the evenings by the twilight. 

When around the table they have gath- 
ered all. 

And my vacant chair is sitting 
In the corner against the wall. 

Then may it be they will ponder. 
And will think of some good deed. 

For they will find in my absence. 
They have lost a friend, indeed. 



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WHEN I HAD TO SAY GOODBYE 

In the dim evenings of the twilights, 
When the lamps are burning bright, 

It recalls the many pleasures 
Of the many happy nights. 

As we spent life's days together. 

As the tide of life ebbs by, 
It recalls the saddest hour. 

When I had to say ^'Goodbye." 

Still I hope that she is happy. 

Though it breaks my heart to know, 

That for me her love has faded. 
While for her my love did grow. 

In this world so cold and lonely. 

There is nothing left for me; 
But it may be they will answer, 

And will say, ''Come home,'' some day. 



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And tonight I am only waiting, 
Though the time seems very long, 

That I may clasp her to my bosom. 
And will answer for all that's wrong. 

Though my life has been a failure. 

And 'tis sad to be apart. 
But with her love and fond aflection, 

She can heal a broken heart. 

I am lonely, sad, and lonesome. 
And my hair has turned to gray. 

But I know my prayer will be answered. 
And they'll say, "Come home," some 
day. 

For God has said that He'll be with us. 
And I know His word is true. 

If we follow in His footsteps, 
There is nothing else to do. 



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JUST YOUR MONEY 

I once had a girl, boys, 
But I found it out too late. 

That she had another fellow. 
And was using me for bait. 

So the only thing to do, boys. 
And treat yourself just right. 

No matter where you nibble. 
Be careful where you bite. 

The picking may be good, boys, 
And everything going fine. 

But after she has got your money, 
She has no business with your time. 




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A MOTHER'S LOVE 

Have we forgotten our mother, 

Though many a day she has been gone, 

Or is there a place still left in our heart, 
For the loving words we yawn. 

That little place in the churchyard, 
It was the saddest of all sad days. 

Do we remember and keep it green, 
The spot where our mother lays? 

Or have we forgotten those pleasant words 
That were spoken by a mother dear. 

Of some little thing in our childish play. 
How our lonely hearts did cheer? 

Or how she soothed our aching pain, 
And brushed our cares away, 

Or could it be we have forgotten. 

Even the place where our mother lays? 



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Do you remember a mother's love? 

No other could be so true; 
Of the many httle things she did, 

That no other one would do? 

When everything you did went wrong, 
She would help you in your play. 

Have you forgotten all of this. 

Even the place where your mother lays? 

But all her love and kindness, 

She did with a mother's love, 
And now she is peacefully sleeping. 

With the angels, far above. 

But for all of this we may atone. 
Though we are busy or at play, 

By keeping green that little spot. 
The place where our mothers lay. 



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AS THE DAYS WENT FLITTING BY 

Only the love of a sweet little girl, 

A girl with golden hair; 
She slumbers 'neath those acorn trees. 

For long ago they laid her there. 
The spot still marked by the old school- 
house, 

As we played, just she and I, 
And swung together in the grape vine 
swing. 
As the days went flitting by. 

We got our lessons on the same old- bench. 

And tossed the ball together. 
And made a vow that we'd love each other 

Forever and forever. 

But time brings many changes, 

And we were forced to part, 
And as we did we pressed together, 

Two aching, bleeding hearts. 



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But still our pledge we vowed to keep, 
And one another ne'er forget; 

But time went on and years passed by, 
And still we've never met. 

But I haA^e been as true as gold. 

No other one I love, 
But there will be a joyful meeting, 

When we both shall meet above. 

There will be no separating 

From the loved ones, when we meet; 
There will be no aching hearts. 

When their faces we shall greet. 

And no more of trials and troubles, 
We have put them all away, 

With our Savior and our loved ones, 
We will spend eternal day. 



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TOO LATE 

Once I had a friend, boys, 

But he proved himself untrue. 

Perhaps you've had the same, boys, 
Happen to you. 

At last I found it out, boys, 

But alas! it was too late. 
He had gotten all my money. 

And all I had to eat. 

From that you may take warning, boys, 

And remember what I say, 
Keep your money in your pocket. 

Let your friends go their way. 




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WHEN I KISSED HER AND SAID 
GOODBYE 

IVe just been sitting and thinking, 

Of babies, wife, and home. 
And how lonely, cold, and lonesome. 

To live in the world alone. 

And again IVe just been thinking. 
Brings many tears to my eyes. 

Of that lonely, cold, and lonesome night. 
When I kissed her and said goodbye. 

But she said she would rather live without 
me. 

That she would rather be alone. 
So I kissed her and said, '^Goodbye, love. 

But please give babies a home.^' 

For I'm only going to make her happy, 
If it's her pleasure that I be away. 

But it may be they will reconsider 
And say, 'Tapa, come home," some day. 



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For none of us knows the future, 

'Tis only the past we recall, 
And it brings back the fond recollections 

Of the days before our downfall. 

But I've been trying to forget the days of 
the past, 

But it's hard for me not to recall, 
My wife, babies, and home. 

And the tie that binds us all. 

We know 'tis sad to be apart. 

So lonely to be alone. 
We know ^tis hard to give them up. 

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THE MOOCHER 

I've traveled east, I've traveled west, 

I've traveled fast and slow, 
But the damndest town for moochers 

Is certainly old St. Joe. 

Now you may be a moocher, 

And to mooch, you may know where, 
But going down South Sixth Street, 

They certainly mooch you there. 

In going north to Charles Street, 

You meet them in a bunch. 
They mooch you single handed. 

They all give you the hunch. 

Of course they will tell you that you are 
their friend. 

And of you they will think. 
But before you chance to get away. 

They mooch you for a drink. 



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Or else they say they are hungry, 
Or they are sleeping on the floor, 

In fact they will tell you anything 
To mooch a little more. 

Of course I ain't no growler, 

I like, myself, to eat, 
But I hate like hell to be mooched 

By every man I meet. 

For you see, there are the guineas. 

They too, must be fed. 
And they do their share of mooching. 

Just as I have said. 

And the other is the great big bull, 

With his billy in his hand. 
He watches the moochers mooch the crowd 

On the corner where he stands. 



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Of course he's looking for the man, 

That has just one too many; 
Then they take him to the station, 

And there they mooch his money. 

Now I've been mooched about all I care, 
To be mooched in old St. Joe, 

So if you will excuse me, 
I believe that I will go. 

But I hope to see you in the future. 

And meet you face to face; 
But if you are a-figuring on mooching me. 

Just please keep up your pace. 







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I GUESS I HAVE DONE WRONG 

Did you ever get tired of home, boys, 
And after your chores were done, 

Pout around at mother, 

Because someone did not come? 

And think that life was horrid, 

When papa, he would say, 
^Tou had better stay home tonight, son." 

Then you would run away. 

You knew that papa, he knew best. 
But you thought that you were wise, 

And when you got hungry and cold. 
Then you stopped and realized. 

Then you stopped and wondered, 
"Well, I guess I have done wrong, 

For I don't know anyone here. 
And the days, they are so long. 



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*'Oh, I wish they would say come, 

For I sure would like to go^ 
For I don't know just what to do, 

Nor even where to go. 

^'I always thought that things were wrong 

When I was there at home, 
But I find it wasn't near so bad, 

As being all alone. 

^'So I guess I'll drop a card, 

Perhaps a letter, too. 
And see what they have got to say. 

They may say what to do. 

^^Anyway, I'm going back. 

For there's no place just like home. 

For I have seen about all I care. 

And from there no more I'll roam." 



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So boys, for this just take my word, 

Pass up the little things. 
For around old father's fireside, 

It many pleasures brings. 




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A HAPPY BUNCH 

The boys and I left old K. C. 

On a summer afternoon, 
It was three o^clock on Monday, 

The twenty-first of June. 

We took a car for Dodson, 

And there we got a lunch, 
And laid around till twelve o'clock, 

A jolly, happy bunch. 

Just as the clock had ticked off three, 
A rambling freight came through. 

We caught a side door sleeper 
And our journey did pursue. 

Some chewed their gum and spun their 
yarns, 

And others smoked their pipes, 
Until a brakey, he came through. 

And says, "You had better light." 



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Of course we took him at his word, 
And as the train slowed down, 

'We bid our sleeping berth goodbye, 
And lit upon the ground. 

And then we got a tie pass, 

For you see they don't come high, 

And as the train went around the curve 
The boys all waved goodbye. 

And then to hunt the jungles. 

For you see we have to eat. 
And then we made a little purse. 

For potatoes, bread, and meat. 

Of course we had some cof5fee, 

And a piece of apple pie, 
And then we washed our dishes. 

And to the jungles said goodbye. 



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And then we got a transfer, 
For our tie pass still was good, 

We strolled along through the new- 
mown hay, 
Into a neck of woods. 

We came upon a sparkling spring 
With it's waters, pure and sweet; 

We washed our faces and combed our 
hair 
And bathed our aching feet. 

And then we strolled, the sights to see. 
And some, we'll ne'er forget; 

Of course we had our ups and downs. 
And sometimes did get wet. 

And sometimes did get hungry. 

And also thirsty, too. 
But now we're doing pretty well. 

In a header box built for two. 



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We are working out in Kansas, 

Upon a Kansas farm, 
Away from Kansas City booze, 

And the girls that do you harm. 

So be a man for once in your life. 
Your own boat you must steer, 

Give up the habits you have got, 
And your little can of beer. 

So don't forget the number, boys. 

And rally to the call. 
There's pretty girls in Kansas, 

Long, slim, thick, and tall. 

So now we're homeward bound, boys, 

For all the cities we have seen, 
When we get back to old K. C. 
We'll be on the five fifteen. 



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SOME MOTHER S CHILD 

Some mother's child on the streets tonight, 

Some mother's child, alone, 
Turned out into this cold, cold world. 

Without friends and without a home. 

Stop, listen and think^ as they pass you by, 

And offer a hand of retreat. 
And just remember 'tis some mother's child 

That has passed you on the street. 

And just remember at her mother's knee, 
She heard those words of love, 

That she might be kept from the ways of 
the world. 
And meet her in heaven above. 

But she has forgotten her mother's prayer, 

Out in this world so wild. 
But as she passed you on the street, 

Remember that she is some mother's 
child. 



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Just speak a kind word in her behalf, 

And offer what you can, 
Just show her by your kind affections 

That you can be a man. 

Just show her the dangers that are on the 
street. 

How there, pleasures will beguile, 
Then don't forget that you, yourself. 

Are sure some mother's child. 

Do not turn her down with a scorn and 
frown. 

Perhaps she is willing to come back. 
If you show her where she's done wrong. 

And a deed of kindness in act. 

She may remember her mother's prayer, 
And see where she has been so wild. 

And then it may all come back to her. 
That she is some mother's child. 



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DEEP IN THE SNOW 

I strolled along down Broadway, 

The snow had drifted high, 
The moon had risen in all it's glory. 

And twelve o'clock was nigh. 

The great white way was burning bright, 
It's beautiful ray on the snow, 

Though I remembered that I was hungry 
and cold, 
But I had no place to go. 

I met a policeman, he was neatly clad. 
His steps were heavy and low, 

As he plodded along he left his foot prints 
Away down deep in the snow. 

I could see m the distance, it didn't seem far^ 

A bright and beautiful light. 
And the thought came to me, "That looks 
like home," 

On this beautiful starry night. 



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Still I could not think of anything like that, 

Because it could not be, 
But I walked straight ahead the best I could 

In the deep and drifted snow. 

But still I could see those beautiful lights 
As they reflected out in the snow, 

So I thought I would just walk by that way, 
As I had no place else to go. 

So on I went and the nearer I came. 
The more it looked like home. 

I paused a moment, I could hear a voice. 

Singing ^'Home, Home, Sweet Home. ' 

I listened again, then staggered on, 
For that voice I'd heard before; 

So I staggered on the best I could, 
For I wanted to reach that door. 



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As I drew near, a watchman stood, 
He was all dressed up in blue, 

I could see by the buttons on his coat. 
What it was his duty to do. 

I bade him the time^ then thanked him and 
said, 

^'Will you let me step inside? 
There is a face in there, I'm sure it is, 

I must see before I die.'' 

He drew from his scabbard a glistening sword 
And he thrust it across my way; 

^ 'There is a banquet being given here tonight 
In honor of her wedding day." 

''Her wedding day, my friend, may I ask, 

My wife, my child, or who? 
I thought this looked so much like home. 

So much I ought to know. 



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*^Oh, mister, please let me step inside, 
Or have I come too late? 

That voice inside was sure my wife 
Just tell her I'm here at the gate 






"Wait just a moment, it will do no good, 
For she cares not to see even you, 

But I will do it at once and see what she says. 
But what will I tell her, and who?'' 

"Just tell her it is me, a friend of hers. 
That I'm heartsick, lonely, and alone^ 

That I'm hungry, cold and penniless, 
In this world, without a home." 

And he dropped down in the snow to wait. 
And to listen to what he said; 

But that voice he heard arrived too late, 
For in the snow they found him dead. 



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Yes, she did come out but she came too late, 
For there, deep down in the snow, 

Was the cold, cold form of a husband true. 
She had turned out years ago. 

Then she pressed his cold, cold lips to hers, 

And heaved a heavy sigh. 
And then she asked God that he might for- 
give, 
And she whispered to the world, good- 
bye. 

Instead of the one lone grave on the hill. 
Next day you could say there were two. 

And this is the story that has been told. 
Of a woman that was not true. 

There was no wedding feast that night. 
But everything still and low. 

For there lay the form of a man and wife. 
Buried deep in the snow. 



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A WILLING HEART 

Drink, boys, on the lady of our land, 

To America, pure and white! 
Just leave it to the boys in blue, 

I'm sure they will make things right, 

Stand up for old America, 

Ye soldiers of the cross! 
We will show the world who has got the flag. 

We will show them who is boss. 

Our fathers fought before us. 

In the thickest of the fray, 
Tney fought to save that dear old flag. 

So 'tis up to us, today. 

And when we have to say goodbye 

And kiss them when we part. 
We'll know we've done a noble thing; 

With a true and willing heart. 



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JUST YOU 

Do you know that all in vain, 
I've been watching every train, 
That a card perhaps would bring, 
A letter, or some other thing? 

That would say you were not dead. 

But a living pal instead. 

So lay your troubles all aside^ 

Take your pen and make a glide, 

Or a pencil, it will do. 

Just anything, so 'tis you. 




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SO LONELY AND COLD 

Oh, sweetheart, why have you broken my 
heart, 

And turned me down so cold, 
And left me alone to mourn your love. 

In this world so lonely and cold. 

For once I knew that you loved me, 

For you often told me so. 
Can it be that you have forgotten me? 

Oh, please say no, no, no. 

Your sweet smiles Til always remember. 

Your face I'll never forget. 
Your kindness, love, and affection. 

Deep down in my heart are set. 

For, sweetheart, you know that I love you. 
And to you will always be true. 

Could it be that you love another. 
May he also be true to you. 



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And if we are separated, 

And your face no more to see, 
Just think you always have a friend. 

And that that friend is me. 

And when we have made life's journey, 

And laid beneath the sod. 
If we never meet again on earth, 

May we live to meet our God. 




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THE RICH MAN'S EMPLOYER 

The rich man is my employer, 

For him I must work. 

He maketh me till the green pastures, 

And leadeth me by the halter. 

Yea, though I run into the valley of-death 

I shall go hungry, 

For he is always with me, 

With his rod and his slang 

He will always abuse me. 

Surely some good woman 

Will come to me and say. 

Yea, I am with you. 

And you may dwell in my house forever. 




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^ DREAMING SWEET DREAMS 

I've been trying tonight to forget you, 
But your face in my dream I can see. 

It brings back the memories of loveland 
And the place where I met you I see. 

And when 'neath the moon I am slumber- 
ing, 

And the stars in heaven doth shine, 
It is then, just then that Pm dreaming. 

Just dreaming that you were mine. 

Dreaming sweet dreams of loveiand. 
Dreaming sweet dreams of you. 

Dreaming sweet dreams of dreamland. 
Oh, if you only knew, 

^)_y That my heart was aching to love you 

And claim you once more as my own. 
And to dream sweet dreams of you, love^ 
.X And to live with you alone. 



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I've been trying tonight to forgive you, 
And to ask forgiveness of you, 

Will you accept this as my pardon. 
And bring back the days as of yore? 

For my heart is longing to love you, 
And bring back to memories so sweet. 

And to dream sweet dreams of you, love. 
Of the hours when again we will meet. 




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THAT MOTHER THINKS OF YOU 

Perhaps you may be roaming 

In the far off^ golden west. 
You may have long been gone there 

Ere she was laid to rest. 

Or perhaps you may be hungry, 

Or sometime very sad, 
But just recall that dear old face. 

Pm sure it will make you glad. 

For there is no love like a mother^s love, 

No other could be so true. 
No matter where you go, boys. 

That mother thinks of you. 

No matter where you roam, girls. 

Wherever you may be. 
Just stop and think of mother. 

For mother thinks of thee. 



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Perhaps you may be loafing 

In the city^s busy throng. 
But don't forget that mother's prayer 

Will keep you from all harm. 

Or perhaps you may be stopping 

In a quiet country town, 
But don't forget that mother's love. 

For she will never turn you down. 



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I've thought life's problems over, 
But I don't know what is best; 

I've loved, been loved, and loved again, 
But she has gone to rest. 

She lies beneath a little hill, 

In a far of^ eastern town. 
We laid her there one bright May day. 

Just as the sun went down. 

I think some day I will go back. 

And do the best I can, 
I'll stop this roving from place to place, 

Settle down and be a man. 

And then when life is over. 
And Gabriel blows his sound, 

I'll meet her there on the same old hill, 
Just as the sun goes down. 



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NOT SO BAD 

Tm not so bad, boys, 

Bad as I am; 
There are others just as bad, boys, 

But they don't give a damn. 

Of course I could be better, boys, 

Less I could have spent. 
Still I am your friend, boys. 

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MY HEART AS TRUE AS GOLD 

Pm lonely^ heartsick, and lonesome, 
To me this world seems so sad, 

I feel that my friends have forsaken me, 
I've done nothing to make one mad. 

I've always tried to be helpful, 

Kind hearted, and true, 
I always try to make a friend. 

And it hurts me to lose one, too. 

If I've said anything that hurts one. 
Or done anything that was wrong. 

Just give me a chance to make it right, 
And I am sure it won't be long. 

For I'm alway willing to come half way. 

And do anything that I can, 
I've always been honest, upright, and true, 

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Though I am out in this world without a 
home, 

My heart is as true as gold. 
But it won't be long till I say goodbye, 

For they say I'm growing old. 

And when I'm gone, will they miss me, 
Dear friends by the old fireside, 

And will they recall the pleasures. 
As we sat there side by side? 

But let us forget the days of the past. 
And think of the days to come. 

And think of the future we have got to 
meet, 
After our race is run. 

And live so we will be accepted. 
From the paths that we have trod. 

And lead a life that is upright and true. 
That we all may meet our God. 



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THE GOLDEN WINE 

Drink, boys, in honor of the golden wine. 
My love for the young and gay. 

And the respect for those around us. 
And others far away. 

Still there are some that their hearts may 
be gladdened. 

With troubles of days gone by. 
But we will eat, drink, and be merry. 

For tomorrow we may die. 




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NO ACHING, BLEEDING HEARTS 

Drink, boys, on one who is your friend, 
And the waters in the ocean are blue, 

The sun and moon may refuse to shine, 
But in me you will find one true. 

And when we are separated^ 

And your faces no more to greet, 

Weil think of the happy days gone by, 
Hoping again sometime to meet. 

But could it be that death would claim, 

Either one or all his own, 
We'll lay life's weary burden down, 

Say, "Heaven is my home.' 

And when we meet up yonder, 

I know we'll never part. 
There'll be no sighing, nor no crying. 

No aching, bleeding heart. 



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But all be peace and happiness, 
Everything pure and bright. 

Take another drink on me, your friend, 
And then we'll say ^'Good night.'' 



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